Why the Crocodile Tears?
Anathea mumbled softly, her eyes locked onto the woman on stage.
Anathea hadn't expected Natalie to be so talented. Not only could she ski, but she could also play the piano beautifully.
At this moment, she looked effortlessly stunning in her cool-toned, flowing blue gown. Her long, silky waves cascaded over her shoulders like waves. She had a delicate blue silk ribbon wrapped around her slender neck, adorned with a teardrop-shaped gemstone that sparkled under the lights.
There was a refined elegance to her, yet a touch of allure in the way she carried herself. She looked like a vision of unattainable perfection—the kind of woman people couldn't help but admire from afar.
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